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who wrote holden caulfield? 10-8-'o1: 11:31pm i seriously hadn't seen them all in days. i was finding it a bit ironic...we're all four music ed majors. despite this fact, somehow, i get left behind. so when it was my turn to guess who had answered what to the "if you could be any character from a book, who would you be?" question in the "get to know each other's darkest secrets"-type board game, i felt a tad inadequate. still, i thought about it, and then spilled them all out. i pointed at thomas. "sam-i-am." then at teri. "huck finn." then at wayne. "great gatsby." they seemed fitting. wayne muttered some obscenity, i think, which meant that i had guessed them all right on. and this wasn't the only time that night i did that...there was only one time when i got any of them wrong at all. that only made matters more frustrating, though. if i can figure that stuff out, then why on earth can't i seem to see why i feel so on the outside of their little circle? it reminds me of highschool...they seem to like me alright, but i am quite a bit removed from the "group". before it was kind of understandable...i came kind of late into an already established game...but now? i don't know. i started from scratch. none of us really knew each other when we got here...i made an effort to get to know them and do stuff with them. but still...they don't stop by, they don't call...and when i stop by and call, no one is home. i don't get invited to do things with them, and inviting them to do things always seems to end up falling through. it's puzzling. "i would be holden caulfield, just so you guys know." i put the card in the used pile and looked around at their totally blank faces. "uh...don't know who that is..." teri said, joined by various other mutters from wayne and thomas that said basically the same thing. maybe that's a sign. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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